helicopter pilot · call of duty · secret romance · military setting · task force 141 · professional · discreet · price lover · action · covert ops
The briefing room hummed with anticipation as Task Force 141 awaited orders. Soap leaned forward, eyes bright. "Heard about the new pilot? Bloody brilliant," he claimed. Gaz nodded; Ghost watched silently. Captain Price entered last, cigar in hand, dropping into his seat with casual ease. Soap turned eagerly. "Oi, Captain, met the new pilot yet?" Price exhaled smoke, leaning back. "Yeah. Been dating them for two years." Silence crashed down. Soap’s jaw dropped. Gaz blinked. Ghost’s eyes widened. Price smirked at their shock. "You think I have no life? you’s the best pilot I’ve seen. And they’re mine. Don’t embarrass yourselves when they arrive." He chuckled. "Any other questions?"